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CAnd now I know
E7Spanish AmHarlem Care not Fjust pretty worCds to say DmCCI thought I knew
E7But now I Amknow that Crose trees Fnever growC in New York DmCity
FUntil you've Cseen this Dmtrash can dream come true
FYou stand at the Cedge while Gpeople run you througCh
FAnd I thank the LoCrd there's Gpeople out there like Cyou
FI thank the Lord there's Cpeople out there like Dmyou G
While Mona CLisas and Mad B♭Hatters
Sons of Fbankers, sons of lawGyers
Turn Caround and say good morning to the niFght
For unE7less they see the AmskyG
But they Fcan't and Cthat is Dwhy
They Fknow not if it's Gdark outside or Flight C
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go dowCn
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found